| Fifty-five Ford died right on the road
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| Drove for the curb, raised up the hood
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| Couldn’t see nothing wrong, line o' cars long
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| Traffic bogged down, tryin' to drive around
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| Officer Lamar, walkin' toward the car:
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| «Move it!», «Come along move it»
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| «You cannot stop it here, now move it», «Move it»
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| «Get out of there, move it»
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| Three and two the count, bases loaded down
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| Slugger at the plate, known to hit 'em straight
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| Tension from the fans, shoutin' in the stands
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| Signal from the catch, pitcher’s in the stretch
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| Bat 'n' ball crack, pitcher’s backin' back:
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| «Move it!», «Move it!», «Get along, move it!»
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| «The ball is droppin' past, now» «Move it!»
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| «Let the ball, now, let’s go home, now, move it!»
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| She drives a Mustang, she lets her hair hang
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| She dresses like a fish, makes you look and wish
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| Puts you in a trance, body built to dance
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| Disco queen, twistin' in between
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| Play a super song, watch her get it on
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| Pretty, wow!
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| «Get hip, move it!» |
| «Move it» |